January 19th, 2016, 7:33 AM by Goddess

That moment when one of your Tummy-ache Twins emails at 5 am to say they didn’t feel like doing the project that’s due the night before and it’s on you as usual. 

You can’t even be mad because at least they bothered to talk to you this time around. 

I’m not sure what’s worse: Having a pinhead who shows up and can’t do jack, or having someone be wildly competent if and when they make an appearance. 

I think I’ll take a star any day. Just not today when three major things are due.

Tummy-ache twins

January 4th, 2016, 6:15 PM by Goddess

I was all dressed up and ready to leave the house for work today. And then the train took off and I am still talking and typing from my bed 10-ish hours later. With no end in sight.

It’s all good.

I cracked the whip all over the place today and I think it hit me in the head a few times. Without getting into it too deeply, I’m sick of the “tummy-ache twins.”

If there’s a deadline or a problem or whatever, they get a tummy-ache. One will give you the excuse the second you ask (and you ALWAYS have to ask), and the other will wait four days to say he had a boo-boo but he’s all better now.

I had the metaphorical “doormat” tattoo removed over the holiday. You want mummy to give you Vapo-Rub? Tough titty, said the kitty.

We’ll see how long they last.

I have said this phrase one million times in my life: I will kiss your ass till I have to kick it.

Well, Mummy’s got some new boots and she ain’t afraid to use ’em.

Also, it’s too cold for flip-flops right now. Maybe that’s a good thing. For all of us.


December 29th, 2015, 1:25 PM by Goddess

The cat howled all night. 

All. Fucking. Night. 

Then I got up to find the person who owed me something, never sent it. So my sleepy self did the work. 

And then he sent the work I needed. When I was done. 

I can’t get into what an existential mess it has turned into. But it is three hours I won’t get back, all before 8 a.m.

At least I was awake for pothead upstairs to go through all his dresser drawers right above my bed. I swear this asshole can’t remember where he hides his stash from day to day. 

Of course my favorite time of day is when he goes on and off his balcony a thousand times, opening and closing the door with gusto each time. 

I’m tired. And tired. And did I mention tired? 

All is calm and bright. Somewhere.

December 24th, 2015, 1:52 PM by Goddess

I’d say all I want for Christmas is a day off. 

But last time I said that, I got fired on Dec. 27. 

I thought today I could be “off.” I hauled ass and got all my shit done through Monday morning. 

Then one of the boys said he’s sending me three projects today. 

I’d ask Santa to give him coal. But we all like natural resources so that’s not punishment. 

Might as well start on next week’s work since I’m stuck here. 

What a difference five years makes

December 9th, 2015, 9:02 PM by Goddess

I remember when I was let go from my last job, how I was so sad to leave such a good team.

Today, I realized most of those people are on my team now.

Funny how things that were meant to be, actually do happen. Just not in the way you expect.

Now to really bring life full circle, I wonder if we could merge with the old D.C. team somehow.

Wouldn’t it be nice if I could move back, at least just for the summers …